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Chris Grayling is planning big changes to the English (and Welsh) legal system, among them further cuts to legal aid, and allowing competition for legal aid contracts.

It seems to me that if the State takes upon itself the right to prosecute individuals, and ultimately to remove their liberty, it ought to at least allow a level playing field – that is, it ought to fund the defence, properly.

My sister, a barrister, is up in arms about it all – as are most of her colleagues, including Toby Potts: so much so that she’s written to The Graun about it.

The upshot, she says, is that outside firms like Serco and, oddly, Eddie Stobart will end up running defence work – and that they will be under commercial pressure to get defendants to plead guilty, as the employed lawyers involved will earn the same fee for the firm for a quick guilty plea hearing as they would for a two-day trial.

The Bar does have an image problem. Everyone thinks that barristers are pompous, overpaid, bewigged windbags, and in the case of my sister they are certainly correct*.

Chris Grayling also blames them for a lot of the delays in court. This idea, says my sis, is

breathtaking, particularly from a Minister who bears ultimate responsibility for the delays occasioned to justice daily. I regularly work until 2am or later when in a trial, to ensure that admissions, legal arguments, and editing of statements and interviews, as well as my preparation for witnesses and speeches are ready. I do not ask judges (nor would expect to receive) time for this at Court. I also am regularly left sitting for hours at court mid-trial, case delayed, if not completely adjourned, or jury dismissed. Why? Because the interpreter has again not turned up, on time or at all, or has been discovered, part way through a four-week trial, not to have been interpreting correctly. Or the defendant has not been put on the prison van, or, if he has, he has been brought to X Crown Court from Y prison fifty miles away, via Z, forty miles in the opposite direction. These are not exaggerations. Last year I defended the rape of a five-year-old child, who was made to wait at court for several days whilst an interpreter was persuaded to attend. No one was held to account for this. I could give example after example from personal experience.

It’s almost like there’s a book in it!

Anyway, if you’re interested in stopping this devastation of a legal system copied around the world, you can sign a petition here.

Meanwhile, The Bookseller is still worried about the future of publishing, and eBooks – the future is all about piracy, self-publishing and library lending, apparently.

*Joke. She’s not pompous, or overpaid. As she says, she regularly works through the night on cases – I’ve been at her house while she’s doing so, and it’s quite boring for visitors. On some cases, depending on how they progress, she can earn a per hour rate not far off the minimum wage, out of which she must pay VAT, chambers rent and tax. She is a windbag, though.

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We’ve recently begun uploading our titles on to Kobo.

Among those available on this platform are A Paramedic’s Diary, Sick Notes and Second Opinion.

For some reason, we have had a lot of requests from people in Australia for our books to be on Kobo – so here you go, cobbers.

Coming soon:

May It Please Your Lordship - AI Cover

 

May It Please Your Lordship is the story of Toby Potts’ first days as a young barrister, stumbling and mumbling his way through to the right result – usually. It’s very funny, we think.

Toby Potts is the nom de plume of barrister David Osborne, and the book – the first of several, we hope – is semi-autobiographical. David was called to the Bar in the 1970s, whereas Toby is a thoroughly modern creation.

We’ll post up an extract soon.

The cover (designed as always by Paul Hill) features an illustration by Neil Kerber, of Private Eye‘s Supermodels fame.

Finally, thank you to all those people who called or emailed about our other barrister; he’s showing signs of responding to treatment, and our fingers are firmly crossed.

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We’re reprinting a short digital run of A Paramedic’s Diary – there’s no economic sense in it, really, but I hate to see it slide out of print.

We’re also reprinting Wasting Police Time and It’s Your Time You’re Wasting: perennial sellers that just chug on, year in, year out.

Frank Chalk is still dividing readers nicely up into people who think he ‘hates kids’ and people with kids in rough schools (there are some) who hate the way they are being ‘taught’. Here are two contrasting Amazon reviews from the last week or two, the first by ‘JEM’:

I have never been so incensed by any book that I have read as I was by this one. This man is a disgrace to the profession… I work in a school in a very deprived area and, in contrast to Mr. Chalk’s opinion, the children I teach are exciting, interested and enthusiastic…when they have a decent teacher. These children crave positive and consistent role models, from what I have read, Mr. Chalk is neither. His teaching strategies seem to revolve around humiliation, degradation and insults – who is the adult? Everyone deserves the most to be expected from them and the very best teaching on offer. I, thankfully, don’t know any teachers like this man, however I am concerned that some people (with no current experience or interaction with schools) will take this to be a common reflection of what goes on – it most certainly is not! I endured this book and would definitely not recommend it. (I gave this book one star, but only because Amazon made me and wouldn’t let me put none).

That thud is the sound of the point bypassing JEM.

And:

I read this book out of interest to see if my daughter’s experience of teaching in an inner London school was general. Actually it would appear she put a good spin on it! This book should be compulsory reading for education ministers and so-called experts… If anything will persuade grandparents to try to provide private eduction for their grandchildren, this book is it.

It’s about time we published a new teacher, and I may have news on that soon. Likewise, another copper. (By the way, Gadget’s latest mug is amusing.)

I’ve just ordered Gravity’s Engines, which looks like a very interesting read, but will probably end up being another in the long list of books which I buy because they look very interesting but end up being just a bit too dense and complicated for my tiny mind, and are thus abandoned about halfway through. This amuses my rather smug wife no end: she gets through a proper classic novel or something about synaesthesia roughly twice a week.

Robert McCrum, in The Guardian, says ‘the fog is lifting’, and that eBooks will (possibly) save hardbacks, but kill paperbacks. I think he’s right; he’s said it before, and we said it before that. (Someone probably said it before us, mind you.)

Finally, Betty Lavette:

Betty Swann:

Betty Moorer:

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If you’re onto a good thing, why rock the boat? That’s what I would like to ask the ‘unnamed client’ of the law firm Berwin Leighton Paisner.

According to City AM:

THE GOVERNMENT may be forced to scrap VAT on ebooks if a legal challenge from a London law firm is successful.

BLP, acting on behalf of an unnamed client, is challenging HM Revenue and Customs (HMRC) over its decision to charge the standard 20 per cent rate of VAT on ebooks while printed books do not have the tax applied.

Alan Sinyor, head of VAT at BLP, said that ebooks and print books should qualify for “fiscal neutrality on the grounds that they are the same from the perspective of meeting the customer’s needs”.

If the case before the UK tribunal is successful, HMRC may have to remove VAT on ebooks, which could have a knock-on effect of reducing their price.

Yep, it could. Is it likely, in the current climate? Or is it more likely that VAT will be applied to printed books?

In other news, while driving back from dropping the kids off at school this morning, I tuned in to Radio 5 Live’s Phone in with Nicky Campbell, where the Howard League for Letting People Off was leading a chorus of astonishment that the police are actually arresting schoolchildren for being ‘naughty’. Leaving aside two big and unanswered questions – define ‘naughty’, and explain what you’re supposed to do with knife-wielding five-year-olds in an era when pretty much all punishment has been abolished by people exactly like the Howard League* – it’s certainly true that in some lamentable cases the cops have been wrongly criminalising kids for ages. As PC Copperfield explained some time ago, much of it is about ‘using young people as statistics-fodder’:

PLUS ÇA CHANGE, PLUS C’EST LA MEME CHOSE

IF YOU HAD BOUGHT the first edition of this book, then round about here you would have been reading a (probably) rather confusing explanation of a thing called ‘administrative detections’. This was a complicated bureaucratic scam by which we ‘solved’ trivial crimes. We’re talking crimes so trivial – a bit of name-calling in the playground, a cup of water thrown over someone, a two-fingered salute – that people didn’t actually want to go to court about them, they just wanted to get the matter off their chests. For many modern Britons, the police now provide that outlet, where once a long walk or an adult conversation might have done the trick.

The system of administrative detections has recently been done away with, perhaps after this book found its way to the Home Office, but it’s worth explaining what it was for three reasons – first, because other parts of the book refer to the system; second, to show how things have changed; and third, because these things are cyclical and by the time you actually read this administrative detections will probably be back in vogue.

Let’s say there’s been a bit of mobile phone text abuse going on between a couple of schoolkids – Wayne and his half-brother’s ex-girlfriend’s new partner’s ex, Tracey. Wayne has snt a nsty txt to Tracey so her mum has phoned the police about it; under our system of ‘Ethical Crime Recording’ (see below), it’s therefore officially a crime and we need to sort it out.

We used to ‘solve’ these sorts of ‘crimes’ like this:

First, we’d visit Tracey, the IP. She doesn’t want Wayne prosecuting – it’ll cause all sorts of grief back at school and by next week they’ll be best mates anyway. But if we leave it at that we’ve got a big, fat, unsolved crime sitting there in the middle of our figures, and that’s no good for anyone (certainly not for promotion-hungry police chiefs and politicians hoping to get re-elected).

So we’d reassure her that we only wanted to clear it up for the figures, we wouldn’t take Wayne to court or even caution him, and could she just make a statement? Usually, she’d agree.

Then we’d visit Wayne, the offender. We’d reassure him, too, that the matter would never go to court, and on that basis he’d agree to be interviewed. During the interview, he’d admit that, yes, he had sent a mildly abusive message to Tracey.

Then, by a process of office-based smoke, mirrors and Biros, we would fill out a few forms, staple the whole lot together and send it off to be ‘audited’ by the ‘crime audit’ department.

No-one would ever go to court – indeed, no-one would ever even be cautioned – but… hey presto! The offence would be filed as ‘detected’.

Statistically, it would then show up in our figures as a detected crime, balancing out all those tricky undetected burglary dwellings, muggings and genuine assaults.

Even better, during the interview we’d get Wayne to reveal that he had himself received offensive texts from Tracey. So we’d nip back round to her place and go through the whole process again, only this time she would be the offender and he would be the complainant. That makes two detected crimes!

If we could get them to agree to a ripped shirt or a damaged satchel in a bit of playground argy-bargy at the same time, that – a criminal damage – would be three!

Given that the modern British police service is judged almost entirely by Soviet-style figures – Crime down by two per cent! Detections up by seven per cent! – administrative detections were a work of no little genius. They allowed us to report to the Home Office that we were solving lots of things – and, in a manner of speaking, it was even true!

We just crossed our fingers and hoped that nobody noticed that the crimes we were solving were fairly trivial*.

Of course, there was a downside, apart from the fact that it was all a bit of a fiddle on the taxpayer.

It took as much time and work – and sometimes even more – to ‘solve’ a playground hair-pulling in this way as it does to get a burglar to court. We’d have to visit people, take statements, speak to classmates, interview the offender (having waited for appropriate adults and possibly solicitors and even translators to attend the police station), fill in forms, get the adults to sign other forms, complete a crime report and update the victim before it was all done and dusted. It could take a day or more to sort out.

This meant we were so tied up in investigating spats between Newtown’s children for the sake of administrative detections that we couldn’t do much about real crime.

I mentioned this paperwork contrivance in passing in the first edition, and we were immediately bombarded with requests for interviews from the media.

Surely, they all said, you must be making this up?

The whole issue of the mad bureaucracy which is strangling our police was even raised in the House of Commons, in a question to our esteemed ex-Police Minister, Mr Tony McNumpty MP.

In response, Mr McNumpty said this: ‘Of course, we need the balance between paperwork and bureaucracy, and proper policing. Along with ACPO and the Police Federation, we are trying to ensure that that balance is maintained and to enhance the modernisation that has already taken place. However, the Hon. Gentleman is living in cloud-cuckoo-land if he thinks that that is all that happens in policing – and I would not believe PC David Copperfield either, because that is more of a fiction than Dickens.’

Read into that what you will, but perhaps Mr McNumpty and his colleagues were alarmed by the publicity. A few months later they announced – quietly – that administrative detections were being dropped.

That presents issues of its own, of course.

Firstly, what shall I put in this book in the place where administrative detections were discussed? But, perhaps more importantly, what will be the effect on the average bobby and on crime-fighting generally?

It’s early days, but it’s looking like it will still involve lots of ballpoint pens and plenty of frustrated victims.

People haven’t stopped reporting trivial crimes, you see. And under another key concept in our vast criminal justice bureaucracy – that of ‘Ethical Crime Recording’ – we are duty-bound to investigate all allegations and treat them equally.

Often, as I’ve said, the caller doesn’t actually want us to do anything about the offence, other than ‘have a word with’ whoever they think is responsible.

Sadly, for statistical purposes, we don’t regard ‘having a word with someone’ as a successful outcome to a criminal investigation, irrespective of what the victim and his family want**.

So we now have to solve these crimes properly – by ‘sanctioned detections’ (where the offender is brought to court or given a police caution).

In the case of Wayne and Tracey above, we’d now have to arrest Wayne, drag him down to the police station and go through the whole rigmarole in order to ‘get the detection’. All for Home Office figures.

We can only speculate as to the effect this (often) gross over-reaction has on the ongoing relationship between the texter and the textee (not to mention the texter’s relationship with us, the police).

As for the paperwork, well, it takes just as long. The bureaucracy of the administrative detection has been replaced with the bureaucracy of the unwanted sanctioned detection.

Tony McNumpty and his friends at the Home Office missed a golden opportunity to do something about our form-filling, everything-in-triplicate, fax-it-over-to-me system.

When they did away with administrative detections, they ought to have said this: ‘We know that most bobbies are half-sensible people. Moreover, we recognise that they are the people ‘on the ground’ dealing with crime and criminals. We accept that they are quite able to distinguish between a nasty domestic assault and a bit of handbags between two kids. We’ll give them the discretion to write off the minor stuff, and just have a word with the parties. That will free them up more to work on the nasty stuff.’

Of course, the history of modern British policing is littered with missed opportunities, wrong-headed initiatives and politically correct rubbish, so they didn’t.

McNumpty may or may not go down in history as a giant of law and order. I know what Sir Robert Peel would have made of the whole thing, though. It’s all there in the last of his nine principles: ‘The test of police efficiency is the absence of crime and disorder, not the visible evidence of police action in dealing with it.’

Using young people as statistics-fodder, and often giving them criminal records, just so that we can mislead the public about how effective we are is plain wrong. Individual police officers are the ones speaking to the victims and their families, and for that reason they should have at least some discretion about the best way to proceed with an investigation.

*The paranoid among us begin to wonder whether the whole circular nonsense is a job creation scheme for bureaucrats and quangorities.

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The Macmillan Dictionary is no more. I’ve still got mine, from school, 30-odd years ago; now it will only be eBooked.

(T)he message is clear and unambiguous: the future of the dictionary is digital,” said Stephen Bullon, Macmillan Education’s publisher for dictionaries.

Maybe not just dictionaries.

‘A select committee report shows a worrying decline in the number of people using libraries,’ according to Sameer Rahim in The Daily Telegraph.’To save them, we need to visit them.’

I’ve just moved house and have yet to explore the half-a-dozen in my area. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be doing just that, searching out interesting books and not forgetting to mark my presence by filling in as many council satisfaction surveys as I can.

Why?

I doubt many young, reasonably well-paid professionals (or poorly-paid non-professionals, come to that) use libraries. Apart from anything else, lots of people just don’t read – your choices now go some way beyond a book, three terrestrial channels, or the latest Jam LP. (Have you seen the video games out there these days?) But even those who do don’t go to libraries because they don’t like them, and books are very cheap to buy.

I always think libraries are a weird mixture of quiet and noisy, and they look and smell like every single local authority building I’ve ever been inside. Shelves full of Iron Maiden and Madonna compilation CDs in cracked, opaque cases, posters about STDs and local walks and telling you not to be rude to the staff, really old-fashioned PCs, and a few books. The ones you want are rarely there, even though the charges if you return a book late are mad. They have horrible carpets, uncomfortable chairs, and you can’t get a cup of tea. I don’t think any of this is fixable, unfortunately.

Oliver Sacks’ Hallucinations sounds very interesting. The Man who Mistook his Wife for a Hat and An Anthropologist on Mars

Writing without a scintilla of sensationalism, Sacks relates his experiences in the late 60s with LSD, mescaline, cannabis, amphetamine, chloral hydrate and even injectable morphine, culminating in the astonishingly complex and extreme hallucinations occasioned by his taking 20 Artane pills (a synthetic drug related to belladonna).Suggested to him by his pals on Muscle Beach (a casual aside in the text, but I happen to know that Sacks was a champion weightlifter in his youth), the Artane provoked completely veridical hallucinations of friends coming to visit him in his LA home, his parents arriving by helicopter, and even a conversation with a philosophic spider who’s opening comment was: “did I think that Bertrand Russell had exploded Frege’s paradox?”

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The late Humphrey Lyttelton.

Meanwhile. Although we love eBooks in general, and Kindle in particular, one issue with this new technology is that it is forever evolving. Each iteration of the device – Kindle Fire, Kindle Touch, the forthcoming Kindle HD etc etc – requires the text to be re-uploaded and often reworked. This is very time-consuming indeed. Hence, everything being slower than normal.

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Google director of strategic partnerships Tom Turvey, talking at the Book Industry Study Group AGM in New York, says eBooks have made it harder to sell older titles. According to a piece in The Bookseller, he believes that

in this new world, discovery is one of the biggest—if not the biggest—problem. As Turvey put it: “The head gets more and more important, while midlist and backlist go down. Hand-selling is very hard in a digital world. There’s no authoritative voice of reliable market advice.”

[Sourcebooks founder Dominique] Raccah agreed: “Overwhelming choice pushes you back to the tried and true. The ‘light’ reader will read what everybody reads, so the big get even bigger, which is very dangerous.”

I’m not sure I agree. We can now draw the attention of readers all over the world to our backlist titles, and sell to them direct, too. When it was a Waterstone’s/bookshops-only world, that was a lot harder. This week, we have sold the first Monday Books titles in India (via Kindle). We consistently sell hundreds of titles each week in (for example) Australia, using Amazon and iTunes. I have just checked the number of actual hard copy ‘pBooks’ shipped by us (as opposed to by our distributors) to Australia in the last five years, and the number is under 100.

Things are changing, but for the better.

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Theodore Dalrymple’s excellent novella So Little Done (available in pBook form as a two-for-one with The Examined Life) is now available as an eBook on Kindle. (It will be available on iTunes soon.)

It’s an amusing satire on a serial killer.

Meanwhile, whooping cough is back in the US and Dalrymple wonders why. (He doesn’t know, though it seems tort specialists do.)

In the comments below, addressing people who refuse to believe in the general safety of vaccination, someone says:

They should take some walks through really old cemeteries and look at all the children’s grave stones.

We took such a walk the other day, through Painswick churchyard – which must be one of the prettiest in England, and thus the world. (See below: it was a grey day, and I’m a poor photographer using an average camera.) There are whole families buried in these places where none of the children lived beyond five, and the parents survived them by 20 or 30 years.

Painswick Churchyard, Gloucestershire

Talking of Dalrymple and health, readers might enjoy The Wilder Shores of Marx (also Kindle and iTunes only, I’m afraid). Here he’s in Cuba, pondering the success of their system:

Three days after my arrival, with little to do in the evening, I turned on the television – Tele Rebelde, Rebel TV, which, as one might expect from its name, purveys only the strictest orthodoxy – and there he was, Me, Fidel Castro Ruz, speaking to a congress of scientific workers. He had not expected to be called to speak, he said, with all the bashfulness of a diva who finds herself with repeated curtain calls for the 974th time in her career. And of course, he hesitated to speak to so august an assembly of scientific workers about the theory and practice of science…

An hour and forty minutes later, I switched him off in mid-platitude, unable to tolerate a moment more. He was saying that once a new and superior scientific technique had been developed, it should be put into practice at once, that not a single moment, not a second, should be wasted, so that the technique’s maximum potential should be realised in the construction of socialism. The Maximum Leader was dressed in his Sierra Maestra kit, a little better pressed and tailored perhaps, but still recognisable as the garb of his youth. His hair and beard, however, had turned nearly white, and he was now as much Old Testament prophet as student revolutionary. The tablets he brought down from the mountain were carved jointly by Marx and Lenin and Helen Steiner Rice. Do this, do that, don’t do this, don’t do that… At first, curiosity kept my eyes glued to the screen. Here was an undeniably great man speaking, if greatness in a man is measured by the vicissitudes he had endured and the effects he has wrought on the world. Castro spoke of the montón de cosas – the great pile of things – the Revolution had done, especially in the field of health. A vaccine against meningitis had been developed in Cuba and AIDS was under control, unlike in a country not so very far away. All this the Revolution had done…

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Bestselling ebooks by authors including Jeffrey Archer and James Herbert are being sold for just 20p from Sony and Amazon’s digital stores, prompting concerns from writers that the “relentless downward pressure on book prices” could lead to industry ruin, reports Alison Flood in The Guardian.

It’s a very interesting and thought-provoking piece, which puts you in mind of the irresistible force of gravity. Ultimately, everything reaches bottom.

Peter Shea, general manager for Sony Digital Reading Services, says:

‘Unlike with physical books, some publishers do not allow their ebooks to be sold at discounted prices. As a result, at Reader Store we aim to provide excellent prices to our customers where we can with a selection of ebooks priced as low as 20p while others are only available at full list price. Of course, the publishers and authors of the ebooks we choose to sell for 20p still receive their full payment for each book we sell. We have found these publishers and authors enthusiastic when informing them of our pricing for their books.’

Hmmm. I’m not sure ‘enthusiastic’ really covers it. Not sure where this will end. Actually, small publishers like us, with very low overheads, are probably going to be OK. [Said with fingers tightly crossed.] I think some of the bigger players might be thinned out, though.

Mind you, in the meantime eBook sales are up 188%.

If you don’t know anything about physics, but wish you did, Professor Julius Sumner Miller is brilliant. Here he is, almost Harry Enfield-like, on the centre of gravity (‘Consider – a stick. A metre stick. If it were a good stick, as I would like to have it, it would have to be uniform, homogeneous, and isotropic. Those are wonderful words to know the meanings of.’):

Warren Miller knows a fair bit about gravity, too:

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We didn’t go to the Book Fair this year. Too busy, and we (or certainly I) always end up blotto in this pub, wondering why I bothered going (to the fair). So I saved £250 (not just on beer, there are train fares and hotel rooms) and shunned it. The news doesn’t seem to have been a) surprising or b) good.

Also in the Guardian, Robert McCrum says everyone thought hardbacks were finished, but that it’s suddenly become clear that they were wrong and, in fact, there’ll always be a place for beautifully-made books. Perhaps he meant ‘everyone-who’s-anyone’ – I assume he’s one of the 60 million people in the UK who don’t read this blog! (I don’t claim our books are all beautifully-made; that costs a lot of dosh.)

Meanwhile, on the economics of publishing, The Observer gets it a bit wrong. I think I know what the author (James Bridle, who also writes interestingly here) is trying to say, but I also think he probably dashed this off quite quickly – not least because it contains several factual errors. Here are two:

1. ‘(P’)ublishers know that the actual production cost of a single hardback, in printing and binding, is around £1…

If your print run is 100,000, you use see-through paper maybe. Realistically, it’s at least 50% higher than that; a reasonable run on a 500pp book with good paper and a great jacket could easily be £2 a copy.

2. …and that the true value of a book is in the years spent writing it and the months of preparation for publication.

No, this might be (part of) the true cost but the ‘value’ is only in what a reader is prepared to pay in exchange. I could easily spend the next year writing a novel, something I’ve been threatening to do for years, but I’m not a very good writer so I doubt it would be very good; thus it would have very little value. This would probably hold true if I spent 10 years writing it, and then a publisher spent a further year trying to turn my turgid and unimaginative prose into something readable.

To that true cost, at least in the sense of a cost-of-sale, you need, of course, to factor in that 50% (or so) of the jacket price will go to the retailer. Oh, and each title should, in theory, make a contribution to general overheads; Penguin has rents and salaries to pay all year round, not just on the days it publishes a new book.

Ten middle-class jobs (it’s American) that will vanish by 2018. Printers and (desktop) publishers are in there.

Finally, a good friend of mine texted me the other day crowing that he’d just bought this record for £2,000 (he’s a champagne socialist, naturally, albeit one who drug himself up from the valleys; Brigitte Bardot not included):

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